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CanteOhitikaHoksila
Приєднався 9 бер 2011
People ask me why I'm so quiet. I'm quiet because I choose to listen and observe rather than open my mouth with no respect for those around me. Be true to yourself first. You cannot nurture and help others if you cannot nurture and help yourself first.
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Traveling again
The Spirit of the Trees
I was praying and had another vision I wish to share with you. I became one with the trees in the forest. The spirit of the trees, bushes and plants was in me and I knew things from their eyes. It was a peaceful feeling. But it was also very exciting. As a tree, I could feel the energy from the Mother Earth entering my roots and flowing through me to the very tips of my branches and leaves. It poured into the birds that nested in me, and the squirrels that climbed my branches. Their messages, along with the energy of the Earth, flowed through me to the sky and to the Great Spirit.
I stood like this for a long time. During that time, I was reminded of the power of the Trees. Trees are the life-lines between the Earth and the Sky. Trees anchor all who live on them and under them to the Great Spirit. Even as a tree, I was aware of my being. I was aware of my life. I envisioned myself growing strong and tall. I felt my trunk to be firm and hard. I felt my connection to both the Earth and the Sky and how I was a link between them.
An Eagle landed in my branches. I said to him, “Brother Eagle, you bring the words of mere man to the ears of the Great Spirit. You bring back the words of the Great Spirit to those who have ears to hear it. What do you have to tell me this day.”
Brother Eagle replied, “What can a tree tell the people of the world? They do not listen to you. They do not hear your words. They do not know you have a voice.”
I told the Eagle that some did know. He said, “Me and my brothers have talked to the trees for time unending, bringing the words of the Great Spirit. Has anyone listened yet? Has anyone asked the trees to speak?” With those words he flew away.
Then an owl landed in my branches. I said, “Sister Owl, you bring the mysteries of the night to the people of the world. Your eyes are keen and can see through the darkness. Tell me, please, what do you see through the darkness around you?”
Sister Owl said, “Even in the dark the Great Spirit is watching and cares for his children. He sends them messages so they may learn and grow in happiness and prosperity. I bring those messages to the trees, they bring them to those who live below them. Has anyone listened yet?”
The Owl flew away. My spirit changed form and I was no longer a tree. I was once again myself. I looked up. I was sitting under a tree. “Brother Tree,” I said. “Teach me. I want to listen to your words.”
The tree branches above my head waved in the breeze, and a nut from the tree fell. It landed close to me. I picked up the nut and thanked the tree. Then I had another vision.
I saw a land of great tree people. They looked like trees but walked and talked and had families. I was a coyote, running between them. One tree bent over and picked me up. He stroked my animal ears back and said, “We, the trees, are like the stitching in fabric, we hold the parts that clothe the Earth together. If you take too many of us away, the fabric will unravel and become undone.”
He shook my body and I became a slug. He put me on his bark and I moved slow and steady. I was happy to be a slug on this great Tree Spirit.
“Each tree holds a message. To hear that message, stand among us, and open your heart. We are waiting to tell you.”
My vision ended.
When I awoke, I thought to myself, “I know the message of the trees. Why would I have such a vision.” Then I walked outside and sat under the trees by my house. I could feel their spirit around me. It filled me and I understood something I had not before. There are countless messages in the trees. No man can know them all. We always have room for learning from them.
I longed to be that slowly slug again. To climb on the tree’s bark, slow and steady and have no worries.
I was praying and had another vision I wish to share with you. I became one with the trees in the forest. The spirit of the trees, bushes and plants was in me and I knew things from their eyes. It was a peaceful feeling. But it was also very exciting. As a tree, I could feel the energy from the Mother Earth entering my roots and flowing through me to the very tips of my branches and leaves. It poured into the birds that nested in me, and the squirrels that climbed my branches. Their messages, along with the energy of the Earth, flowed through me to the sky and to the Great Spirit.
I stood like this for a long time. During that time, I was reminded of the power of the Trees. Trees are the life-lines between the Earth and the Sky. Trees anchor all who live on them and under them to the Great Spirit. Even as a tree, I was aware of my being. I was aware of my life. I envisioned myself growing strong and tall. I felt my trunk to be firm and hard. I felt my connection to both the Earth and the Sky and how I was a link between them.
An Eagle landed in my branches. I said to him, “Brother Eagle, you bring the words of mere man to the ears of the Great Spirit. You bring back the words of the Great Spirit to those who have ears to hear it. What do you have to tell me this day.”
Brother Eagle replied, “What can a tree tell the people of the world? They do not listen to you. They do not hear your words. They do not know you have a voice.”
I told the Eagle that some did know. He said, “Me and my brothers have talked to the trees for time unending, bringing the words of the Great Spirit. Has anyone listened yet? Has anyone asked the trees to speak?” With those words he flew away.
Then an owl landed in my branches. I said, “Sister Owl, you bring the mysteries of the night to the people of the world. Your eyes are keen and can see through the darkness. Tell me, please, what do you see through the darkness around you?”
Sister Owl said, “Even in the dark the Great Spirit is watching and cares for his children. He sends them messages so they may learn and grow in happiness and prosperity. I bring those messages to the trees, they bring them to those who live below them. Has anyone listened yet?”
The Owl flew away. My spirit changed form and I was no longer a tree. I was once again myself. I looked up. I was sitting under a tree. “Brother Tree,” I said. “Teach me. I want to listen to your words.”
The tree branches above my head waved in the breeze, and a nut from the tree fell. It landed close to me. I picked up the nut and thanked the tree. Then I had another vision.
I saw a land of great tree people. They looked like trees but walked and talked and had families. I was a coyote, running between them. One tree bent over and picked me up. He stroked my animal ears back and said, “We, the trees, are like the stitching in fabric, we hold the parts that clothe the Earth together. If you take too many of us away, the fabric will unravel and become undone.”
He shook my body and I became a slug. He put me on his bark and I moved slow and steady. I was happy to be a slug on this great Tree Spirit.
“Each tree holds a message. To hear that message, stand among us, and open your heart. We are waiting to tell you.”
My vision ended.
When I awoke, I thought to myself, “I know the message of the trees. Why would I have such a vision.” Then I walked outside and sat under the trees by my house. I could feel their spirit around me. It filled me and I understood something I had not before. There are countless messages in the trees. No man can know them all. We always have room for learning from them.
I longed to be that slowly slug again. To climb on the tree’s bark, slow and steady and have no worries.
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One of the most incredible and beautiful videos I have ever seen - Thank You for posting this Love To All on This Planet, Boy Do We Need It!!!!
A very touching and beautiful to listen. Making you think of the softer moments of your life. It certainly brings a tear to your eyes with joy and happiness.
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It always was white shield finding it's moons
Hmmmh Navajo Paris Alabama
Is he back
my grandmother who passed away at the age of 102, told that she was a yaqui indian, is anyone that can he4lp get in touch with a yaqui reservation to get more information?
The Native Americans were intelligent in their comprehension of English. Speaking honestly, not in political correct grammar. Writing plural and writing singular together is as in Spanish and in American English to Spanish. La gente, el gente. La Nina, El Nino, La Nino, El Nina, the Storm Network we are leaving, the Network of Storms we know, and, the Storm Network we are going towards this year, 2024. But not necessarily in that order. (Ns are ennies, but without one line above).
To hear a Warriors voice, listen and hear. . . Good.
Poem of a War Cry that has One voice, As titled, in The Wind, the War Cry still and moving with the Wind, curtles the mind of the Enemy, Present, Past, Future, Without the time Of the Warrior's war, Today, In the descendents, Still, And moving, . . The Enemy away, From the War, From the Cry of the Descendent, Because of The Ancestor, Who cried a cry of Necessity against, An Enemy against, Their lives, The Hearts of The Warrior, War Cry, Today Yelled, Screamed, Purposefully or not, Evokes a run, For those who fight battles, toward, for those who retreat, Away Either, Always Unison As then Is now. To me, To you? . . . . . . . . .
A descendent found out.
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Iam from Australia 🇦🇺 but my heart here's your soul music 🎶 deeply with in me it beats as one healing body ❤️ from me to you
Auserwählte sind nie
Malen und maskieren voller lügen
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Keep white man aways by looks
This has depth boob jobs don't
First impressions
Wind is felt by flesh and nerves that trigger signals that neurons read and health is. Determination of past present life
Men of tribes lead as one man for all
Presence in the wind carries you
Wind does not make a sound instruments do
Not exactly true. I heard the wind sound. The velocity or breeze have to be heard in a quiet setting. Music is as nature gives, earth nature, mankind nature, God His nature definitely.
Sometimes voices are soft to the ear, especially when we age, and the children, and loved ones speak. When an enemy speaks, not Warrior, she can speak loud. But when she speaks with action, people die or become burned on their face. Threats are unspoken, but the wind sometimes calms by not allowing the death blow. Sometimes fiercely, sometimes by the traveling sound, we make in these actions.
💯 pure love in this song
My Dad always said Never forget where you came from♥️🔥💫
Native American music so beautiful❤❤❤❤❤❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Just beautiful music❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ 6:51
Such a beautiful music meditation, relaxing, soothing beautiful❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Such beautiful music I could listen to this music all day long so pretty lovely, soothing music❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
May The Great Spirit Yahweh touch the hearts of all His creatures
Merci pour cette harmonie de sons. Ces musiques et chansons des nations amérindiennes me font vibrer. Je sens une énergie voyage en moi, me pénétré. Comme si le créateur et la terre communique avec moi. Âme frère et âme sœur entre vous faite paix avec la terre. Votre mère nourricière
Thank you and for the peace that comes with this music .May the Great Spirit (God) be with you.
Liked and subbed. It sets a certain mood.🍃
Thank You YaH
❤Rest in Peace 😢
For my children
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i was an employee for he national park service in fort laramie, wyoming.. i felt the presence of many first americans all over the platte valley in goshen county. the native spirits are all over that valley where they existed for hundreds of years along the oregon trail. a wonderful part of my life working and having experience a wonderful peaceful part of wyoming.
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Eyes of them, exlain all the things, What have been them.
Somos Privilegiados quienes nacimos en esta Tierra Bendita y Hermosa que es todo un poema,no hay cosa más hermosa que conocer todos los rincones de este Paraíso que recibe con cariño a quienes nos visitan , no por nada tenemos una Canción muy Hermosa México Lindo y Querido si muero lejos de Tí , que digan que estoy dormido y que me traigan aquí.
Y hxq el iintro en inglés aún aunque te créas de Méx.le besas el culo a lo extranjero eres mediocre
Love this song. It was one of my sisters favorite songs.
Hermoso méxico mi tierra bella milenaria por siempre te tengo en mi corazón ❤
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Honestly, I had to drive from LA to West Virginia. I didn't want to do the trip - I knew it would be hard. I didn't want a vision quest! no no no. So day 3 in 104 degree weather from LA to Pueblo, in the worst of it when I couldn't believe my car still was moving - it was 103 in the shade at 6 AM, my great car kept driving and I heard a song, which I just now found, and it transported me into a profound feeling I cannot describe. Like I went through hell and death and this song lead the way. I kept wondering what this song was and took a quick camera video when driving. I just found this. This is the song. Very moving. I felt this so much still do. Blessings to all the peoples. I'm so sorry for what happened, I really am.